Title & Chapter Number: Lord Celeborn's Book 7/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of these elves are mine though I did invent the book.
Warnings: Self Gratification
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Haldir, just Haldir
Timeline: Pre LotR AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir is alone and in the moonlight.
Notes: For you, Cristine!
Starlight, Starbright
Haldir was at a loss tonight. His watch was over for several nights. He had been on night duty so long, that he had no idea what to do with himself. It was a beautiful moonlit night. The last time he had a few nights free from duty, Indil had come up to visit him. They had explored each other at a leisurely pace, after their hurried and frantic evening with Lord Celeborn. He had not known it was possible for him to love even one elf, but had found that he now loved two instead.
But Indil wasn't here this time. He was alone.
It was a warm night, so he when he dropped his tunic to the floor of the flet, it felt almost as if the moonlight kissed his skin. He poured a goblet of wine for himself and lay back to look at the sky.
He thought about the Orcs he'd been seeing with more frequency of late. He thought about the tension he sometimes saw in Lady Galadriel. And he knew Lord Celeborn seldom shared his concerns with anyone, but he saw them in his eyes sometimes when they were together. Things were changing, and he knew the future of the elves was on a distant shore, not here in Middle Earth. But he loved this world. It was his home.
He idly ran his fingertips up his arm and across his chest, then shivered at the goosebumps he'd raised. His thoughts drifted to no place in particular, as did his hands. He looked at the stars and wondered if they were home to other peoples. He thought about his brothers, his home here in Lothlorien. His fingers unconsciously teased tiny nipples until their response distracted him from his thoughts. He sighed quietly at the way they felt as they hardened under his touch. One hand ran down his flat belly, tickling and raising more goosebumps.
He still wasn't thinking about what he was doing. He was just feeling. He couldn't have said when one of his hands brushed over the lacings of his leggings. He felt an urge to feel the moon kiss his skin all over. He knew humans felt sunlight, and he wondered if they knew that elves felt moonlight too. It felt a bit like the cool caress of water, but softer and subtler. He unlaced the soft suede leggings that hugged his hips and legs. He lifted himself up off the floor of the flet and slipped the leggings off over his already bare feet.
He sat up and looked out into the still quiet night. He could hear animals and far, far away, he heard other creatures; humans, Orcs, he didn't know which, but they were far from the borders of Lothlorien. He took a sip of his wine and lay back down. His hands began to wander again as his mind drifted. His hand wandered down his belly, this time unfettered by the leggings. He ran his fingers through the curled hair that surrounded his still flaccid penis, winding his fingers through it before his other hand slid down his belly.
He drew in a breath as he began to tease himself, until he was fully erect. He still had no particular thoughts about what he was doing. He just reveled in the cool night and his almost impossibly hot skin. He barely registered what he was doing for a few minutes. Finally the pleasure of his own touch began to seep into his mind, and he stroked himself, running his long fingered hand up and down his length slowly. He reached his other hand a little farther down to fondle his balls, shivering at the light touched of his practiced hand.
He was impossibly beautiful as he lay there alone, his backed arched, his pale hair fanned out around him. His hand moved hard and fast now, his grip tight. His breath came in pants, and his moans were soft and low. His dark eyes were glazed as his body stiffened.
"Oh, my Lord," he whispered as pearly semen shot up onto his belly and ran down his hand. His hand moved until the throbbing ebbed and finally stopped. He looked around for something to clean himself and finding nothing, he licked his fingers clean.
He lay on his back and looked at the stars.
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